by Lexie Syrah
I’d become so accustomed to it just being the two of us that I hadn’t thought about how we weren’t an official couple. I had told him that I didn’t need him to be exclusively mine, but I’d almost forgotten. Now I knew that he had kept that in mind all of this time.
“Yes, sir. I remember.” I couldn’t think of the words to express my emotions. I couldn’t put the pain and fear of him finding another girl to be his slave into words. I thought that he’d enjoyed the time that we’d spent together, but now I didn’t know for sure. I didn’t know if I had done something wrong, or if he was only using me as a plaything until he found someone else. Was he going to let me clean his house while he fucked some other 20 year old? Would he make me eat dinner with them, or would he make me eat in my room like a servant?
I was panicking. Everything inside of me was tearing up as the fears became overwhelming. I gripped the table hard enough to leave gouges. I could barely breathe as the fears took control. Once again, I felt Mr. Sheffield’s hand go to my inner thigh and begin to stroke me softly. My breathing returned to normal and my hand relaxed, but the fear stayed with me this time. It was waiting and watching for another weak moment to come back with full force. For now though, I could breathe at least, and that was better than nothing.
I looked at him, and his hazel eyes pushed the fear back just a little bit more. He leaned towards me, his lips nearly brushing my ear, and said, “I love you, little one. More than I’ve loved anyone else in my life.” Those were the words that I’d wanted to hear since I’d moved in with him. Those words. I love you. They played on repeat as tears welled up from deep inside.
I’d have been happy just living with him, enjoying his company, and sharing nights with him. I had accepted that nothing more would ever happen. I had hopes and dreams of something more, but I’d never expected it. He was everything that I’d ever wanted in a man, but I didn’t expect him to become attached to me.
He could have had any woman he’d wanted. I’d seen the other women’s eyes follow him everywhere we went. At any time, if he’d stopped one of them and told them to go home with him, they would have. But he hadn’t. He’d been mine. All mine. And now that he’d uttered those words, it seemed like the final knot had been tied to connect our souls. I knew that he was not going anywhere now.
I didn’t have words, and I just let the tears flow as I stared into the hypnotic hazel eyes that seemed to cover me with peace once again. I could feel the fears flow away with the tears, destined to dry up and be forever forgotten.
Mr. Sheffield didn’t expect an answer and instead pressed his lips to mine. The passion that I kissed with was all that he needed as an answer. Our tongues intertwined in the ancient dance of lovers, and for this solitary instance, there was no separation between the two of us. If our souls had continued to dance forever, I could not have imagined a more perfect heaven. My savior, my teacher, my protector, my lover, and now my love. All in a single man.
But it was not meant to last, and after only a moment in that perfect embrace, I felt Mr. Sheffield pull away from me and a voice ruined the moment.
“Brian, who’s this beautiful young woman you’ve graced Elysium with?” I looked at the origin of the interruption. A man slightly younger than Mr. Sheffield with platinum hair sat on Mr. Sheffield’s side, two completely nude women knelt at his feet on leashes. His eyes didn’t leave my body, focusing on my obviously hard nipples’ outlines through my dress.
“Oh hello, Randal. It’s good to see you again. This is Maggie.” His words seemed very staccato compared to his typical smooth and even voice. The interruption had shaken him as well which made me feel much better. I wanted to be angry at the man for ruining such a perfect moment, but I knew that the moment was only the beginning of what would most assuredly be an incredible night. Now I knew how Mr. Sheffield felt about me, and my fears were placated.
“Hello, Maggie. How are you enjoying your time with the old man?” His reference to Mr. Sheffield as an old man made me want to kick him in the balls. Every protective instinct inside of me raged at him, but physical violence and angry outbursts were not things that Mr. Sheffield would be proud of, regardless of the reasoning behind them.
Instead, I said, “I couldn’t imagine a man who could satisfy me as much as he has.” As a further insult to him, I reached into Mr. Sheffield’s pants and grasped his cock. At the lightest touch, I let out a low moan. “Just touching him brings back memories of last night’s orgasms.”
Mr. Sheffield seemed shocked at my blatant sexuality, but Randal snickered at my reaction. I pulled my hand from his cock and licked my fingers as though I couldn’t imagine wasting even a drop of precum.
For a few seconds, Randal continued to watch me, lust in his eyes, but then he turned back to Mr. Sheffield. “Brian, I heard that you were back in the club, and I thought that I would bring you a gift for the night. You and Elaine enjoyed quite a few months of fun before you finally let me have her, so I thought you and your guest might enjoy having a plaything for the night.”
He pulled one of the leashes up, and the girl attached it, an extremely thin girl with jet-black hair followed where the leash led. She was tiny, standing less than five foot tall. Her body was that of a swimsuit model with minimal, but very apparent, hips, the tightest waist imaginable, thin arms, and a perfect gap between her thighs. So this was the girl that Mr. Sheffield had taken as a slave. I swallowed hard to remind myself that he had just told me that he loved me. He was mine. He wasn’t his ex-wife, and I shouldn’t worry about him wanting to fuck anything that moved. But she was so perfectly tiny…
“Hello, Elaine. Why don’t you sit down next to Maggie?” Mr. Sheffield said to the pixie of a girl. Randal handed her leash to Mr. Sheffield, and he, in turn, handed it to me.
“I hope you have a night to remember, young lady,” Randal said before getting up and leading his other pet behind him. Her pussy peeked from between her legs as she crawled across the hard floor, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what Mr. Sheffield wanted from me.
Chapter 10
“Elaine, Maggie turned 21 today, and I’m trying to show her a good time. Would you like to be a part of the celebration?” She smiled at Mr. Sheffield, lust and love exuded from every inch of her body.
“Yes, sir. I’d love to help her celebrate.” Her eyes moved to my body before saying, “Would you like me to service you while you drink and talk, Miss Maggie?” It took me a second to realize that she was asking if I wanted her to crawl under the table and lick my pussy.
“Not right now, Elaine. Thank you for the offer, though.” Elaine looked at me strangely.
“Maggie, Elaine is a slave. She has chosen this life for herself. She doesn’t wish to be treated with common courtesy such as being told ‘thank you.' She wishes to be used sexually as often as possible by anyone that her master wishes her to. When Randal gave us her leash, he was giving us control of her. If you’d like to see her fuck someone or do something, you have only to command it, and she’ll do it.”
Is this what Mr. Sheffield wanted from me? Nothing but a set of holes to fuck and control? I had thought that Mr. Sheffield had enjoyed spending time with me outside of the bedroom. I didn’t understand how he could have enjoyed having a slave like Elaine as well as a relationship with someone like me. He’d never even talked to me about becoming a slave.
“Did you enjoy your time with Elaine, Mr. Sheffield?” I tried to ignore the woman in the chair next to me, but when she spread her legs and began to rub her finger across her slit, it became very difficult.
“Yes, I enjoyed many things when I owned Elaine. She was an extremely compliant slave, but she wanted more than I could offer. Her body has an insatiable craving for sex, so when I had to work all day, she would become very frustrated. Then there were the problems with Charlene. In the end, Elaine and I mutually decided that it would be better if I gave her to Randal.”
I heard Elaine begin to moan softly as she pressed a finger i
nto her pussy. “You still enjoy your slaves when they’re vocal, don’t you, sir?” she said to Mr. Sheffield, and I could see the lust begin to creep across his face. He hid it well, though.
“Yes, Elaine. I enjoy hearing a woman while they’re experiencing pleasure or pain.” I had conflicting emotions hearing them talk. One side of me was very aroused at her display. I’d never watched another woman play with herself, and she was very beautiful. It was like watching live porn, except that I could have commanded Elaine to do whatever I wanted.
The other side of me wanted to jealously guard my territory. I had no idea how to do that without upsetting Mr. Sheffield, and so I tried to hide that side deep down inside of me. There was no need for jealousy. Mr. Sheffield had given her away, and now he had chosen me. I was sure that he’d never told Elaine that he loved her.
I could see Mr. Sheffield’s desires cross his face. He wanted to go to her, to touch her body, and possibly to hurt her. He would like to spank her, and I was sure that she would enjoy it as well. I didn’t know what to do or say, and so I continued to watch the two of them. Him desperately wanting to use her body for his pleasure, and she, desperately wanting him to fuck her for hours. The only thing keeping them from acting on their desires was me. Mr. Sheffield didn’t want to upset me by fucking another woman.
I knew what I needed to do, and I drank the rest of my vodka in a single gulp. “Mr. Sheffield, when Samantha comes back, can you get her to bring me two more?” My voice seemed to shake him out of his trance, and he quickly said, “Absolutely, Maggie. Why don’t you just ask her, though?”
“Because my mouth is going to be full of your cock. Watch the slave if you want, but remember that it’s my mouth that’s on your cock.” My words seemed to build his desire up even more. He scooted his chair back and undid his pants before pulling them down around his ankles.
His cock stood at attention, and I looked over at Elaine with a smirk. She was putting on quite a show, but she wouldn’t be getting any of Mr. Sheffield’s cock if I had anything to do with it.
I slid under the table, careful not to bump my head. The tables were taller than normal, and now I understood why. I was sure that this was a fairly typical activity in a place where women walked around naked and put on shows to try to convince men to fuck them.
The atmosphere under the table was different. I had never attributed my emotions to intangible things like symbolism, but in this instance, being on the floor while everyone else sat above me truly made me feel subservient. The darkness was even more apparent, and as I crawled across the cold floor, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d gone from being a guest to being no different than Elaine, a submissive slave to my Master. And it was glorious.
I took his cock into my mouth. My mouth was watering as I began to gently suck on the tip, doing my best not to get him too worked up. Tonight would be a night full of drunken sex and revelry, so there was no need to rush anything.
I could feel the vodka begin to take effect. I wasn’t drunk, but I was more than a little foggy. I’d wanted a night like this. I’d wanted a party, and this was sure to be a party to remember. And part of that party was the sex that radiated throughout the club. Yes, there were going to be women trying to convince Mr. Sheffield to fuck them all night, and that was an inherent part of the environment that would make the night even more memorable.
I had to accept that this was a place of lust and sin and that the men and women that filled it had embraced that dark side of themselves. I was sure that Elaine would not be the most seductive or attractive, and although he had told me that he loved me, it didn’t change the fact that we had not discussed exclusivity. He enjoyed the “occasional fling”, and there was still the possibility that I would as well. I had to accept that that he could end up inside of another woman at some point, or another man could end up inside of me.
So instead of broaching the subject of whether he could or would fuck someone else, I would take the hard road, and simply keep him pre-occupied throughout the night. My mouth began to work its way up and down his shaft as my hand cupped his balls and softly massaged.
He moaned with pleasure and then I heard a strange noise, as though someone had set something heavy on the table. Then the table shifted slightly, and Mr. Sheffield said, “Elaine, what are you doing?”
“If you want to watch me, I thought you might enjoy a reminder of just how pretty my pussy is.” Then I saw her tiny legs dangle over the edge, and I understood what had happened. She had crawled over the top of the table to get closer to Mr. Sheffield.
I silently laughed at her attempt to get more of his attention. She may have been good at what she did, but she wasn’t Mr. Sheffield’s slave anymore. Didn’t she realize that I was the one that he’d be filling with cum tonight?
Then I felt Mr. Sheffield shift in his chair, and I looked up, expecting to see him leaning back in his chair, enjoying my mouth and the view of Elaine finger-fucking herself. Instead, I saw him leaning forward. He was licking her while I sucked his cock. I felt his cock begin to twitch and his balls tighten up signaling that he’d be cumming soon. I focused on what I was doing, and took the rest of his shaft down my throat, letting him shoot stream after stream of cum down my throat.
I had grown accustomed to servicing Mr. Sheffield’s sexual desires, but until tonight, I had been the only one in his life. I had enjoyed it much as a wife would enjoy being fucked by her husband. This was different. Mr. Sheffield was enjoying this twilight realm filled with desperately horny women, and I was the one that had his cock in my mouth. The simple fact that I was the most wanted woman in this club turned me on more than anything else so far tonight.
My fingers continued to massage his balls softly as he pulled his shrinking cock from my mouth. He leaned back in his chair, and I crawled out from under the table. Elaine was still playing with herself in front of Mr. Sheffield. I didn’t judge Elaine for her actions. She was doing exactly as she was told, and I could have commanded her to stop at any time, but that would have ruined the mood. I was just as horny as she was, and I didn’t think that I could have accepted being told to sit demurely while I was in Elysium. So I let her play with herself, but she wouldn’t be doing it in front of Mr. Sheffield.
I picked up her leash once again and said, “Elaine, get back in your chair.” The command flowed from my lips as easily as it would flow from Mr. Sheffield’s. She didn’t hesitate and crawled back to her seat. I held her leash, and she was my slave for the night. She wouldn’t be fucking or sucking anyone without my permission. I sat down in my seat, and asked, “Did you enjoy that, Mr. Sheffield?”
He smiled a little sheepishly back at me and said, “Maggie, I didn’t know you had it in you to take control like that.” I couldn’t believe that I’d taken charge like that either. I hadn’t waited for any cue from Mr. Sheffield. I’d just gone for it. At the same time, my competition with Elaine had made me much hornier than I’d expected it to. I could feel the wetness beginning to drip onto my chair, and I turned to Elaine. She was mine to control, and for a moment, the thought of using that power to humiliate Elaine turned me on fiercely.
She’d fucked the man that I loved for months. I knew that I shouldn’t have been upset about it, but a part of me was jealous and nervous about my current relationship with Mr. Sheffield. I was tempted to have her service me while I enjoyed time with Mr. Sheffield. I could imagine how good his lips would taste while she was sucking on my clit. And I was so damned horny!
A war waged inside of me. If I did this, it would open doors that weren’t easily closed. I could beg Mr. Sheffield to fuck me, but he had just cum. He wouldn’t be ready for the hard fucking I needed for quite some time. That tiny little slave was wet and willing, begging me to let her lick me until I came all over her face. I could see it in her eyes. She knew exactly how desperate I was. She would use it as an excuse to get Mr. Sheffield’s cock inside of at least one of her holes. I couldn’t expect Mr. Sheffield to turn down a sex-crazed
and begging slave if I’d just had her lick me.
Chapter 11
I closed my eyes for a few seconds and heard the tumbler touch down on the table. Samantha was back with a refill. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her eyes had just as much lust in them as mine did. Her silky hand ran across the bare skin of my back, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sweetheart?”
I wanted to tell her, “Yes. Get me a man to fill my cunt,” but I just couldn’t let those words leave my throat. I didn’t want a pussy licking, and the two women begging me to use them just didn’t have the right parts for what I needed. Though looking at the two of them, I knew that they could scratch the itch even if they couldn’t make it go away completely.
Mr. Sheffield’s hand slid over my thigh, and I closed my legs so that he couldn’t feel the sopping mess between my legs. He disregarded my silent plea and forced my legs open. His finger quickly found my clit while the two women watched me. He didn’t force me to cum quickly by putting fingers inside of me while he massaged my clit. Instead, he teased me even more by just lightly grazing my clit with his middle finger. Every time I felt the slightest touch, I let out a moan.
